If the devil came down tomorrow, from where'st he is perched,
and and asks you, "What will it be? What will be your poison today?"
How would you respond?
Would you? Could you?
Me? I have only one reply to him, it's quite simple,
Give me food and wine.
Make it a nice bottle of white, my friend.
Who on earth thought of making me a glutten?
"No one did, Darling. It was my brother upstairs.
Cheers, and pass me the cheese, please."
